A tree, river, gravel path in the forest. Poem: Birds, Chir-chir-chir-chirrup, scat singing in the trees.  River rushes, steel brushes stirring on the snare. Tires hum a tuneless drone  along the forest path. Bike and gravel play percussion chip! pop! ping! Summer Forest Jazz.  © 2021, Elisabeth Norton
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